It’s a great big field on a great big hill very close to where we live, and it’s great for sunsets. Especially now the year’s turning. On this day before the shortest day, late on a Sunday afternoon, it’s time for a walk to the park we all call The Mystery round here. For some …
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We’d both noticed that the brambly hedgerows near us were heaving with blackberries almost ready to be picked, and so yesterday evening we walked over to The Mystery to pick some, not sure if there’d be enough of them ready for jam yet. Fifteen hours later the Mystery Jam was being poured into its waiting …
You know the way it is. All the way through lockdown I’ve been storing up the books I’d finished reading with nowhere to take them as all the local charity shops were shut. But hearing a new one had just opened on the High Street I trundled off across the Mystery with a trolley full …
All parks contain pathways that are not marked out or even maintained. They’re the desire lines trodden out by our feet. And there’s a long sequence of these paths round the outside edge of our local park here in Wavertree. Called ‘The Mystery’ by all of us, for reasons that need not detain today’s walk. …
Days one and two photographs now included. First days start quietly when you’ve not done it before Will this work, will that work, will anybody come? But then and if you’re lucky and you never can be sure It just works, it just does and soon the first day’s done. Well done all, here’s how …
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Coming up this weekend! Much more information, including the programme for the weekend, here at The Mystery Literary Festival. Once upon a time, when none of the things I’m about to tell you had even been dreamed of, a small boy in Liverpool swapped his treasured Beatles ‘Twist and Shout’ EP for an old book …
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